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( theme music playing )

( flashlight bulb shatters )

( door slams )

( tires screeching )

( music playing )

( gasps )

Oh, yeah.

( humming a tune )

MRS. WICKET: Huh? What's this, huh?

Rubbish, huh?

Ah! Oh, no.

Ta-ta!

( muttering )

That's clear. All right.

( muttering )

MRS. WICKET: Oh.

Oh, no!

MRS. BEAN: Look.

What do you think of that?

Let me see.

Hmm.

Ah-ha.

Your Majesty.

( sighs )

What's this?

( music playing )

Ma'am.

( giggles )

Well, let's just get this sucker in here.

( humming )

May I?

Thank you.

MAN ON TV: Presents, The Queen Indoors.

Today, we are privileged to be present

as Her Majesty chooses the wallpaper,

absolutely fascinating.

( gasps )

Isn't it fascinating?

( chuckles )

There's, uh, this one, ma'am?

Hmm?

No. Rubbish.

No.

Her Majesty declined

- her choice... - No.

What do you think?

No, no, no.

Oh, this is very popular.

Hmm. One does like that.

Yes. Her Majesty likes that.

MR. BEAN: Oh.

I wonder.

Hmm.

Hmm.

I think we should.

Yes.

Right.

Good.

Hmm.

Yeah.

( muttering )

( grunts )

( thud )

( sighs )

Right.

Good.

Excellent.

( music playing )

( can clanking )

( Mr. Bean muttering )

All right.

( sniffs )

Whew!

This is a really...

( muttering )

Oh.

How did they--oh, yeah.

No. Was it?

Oh, gosh. How was that?

Oh. I know.

Hmm, oh.

What is that thing?

Oh, where is that thing gone?

No.

It must be here somewhere.

I think, uh...

Where was it?

Here?

Oh, darn.

Ah.

There it is.

There we are.

One does like that.

Yes, Her Majesty...

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Oh, that's it.

Hmm.

Hmm.

I wonder.

Come on. Come on.

Here we go.

Right.

Here we are.

Hmm.

Good.

Very nice, very nice.

( music playing )

All right. Now there's a new wall.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

Oh, it's the least I could do.

Nothing, I was a work at the moment.

( muttering )

Oh.

Hmm.

Ah-ha.

Your Majesty.

( grunting )

And some of those as well.

( sighs )

Ah.

That should do it.

All right.

Very nice.

That was nice.

All right.

( sings ) Ta da da ta ta ta!

Oh, thank you. Oh, thank you.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, thank you.

( music playing )

- Oh, I am. - All righty now,

let's see what we got in here.

There must be something.

( screams )

It'll help us close.

( loud hammering )

( music playing )

There we go.

Very good.

And how are you, soldier?

Carry on.

( giggles )

Holy cow. Look at that!

And I thought I was miles away.

The Palace.

I can't believe it.

Keep your powder dry, son.

( laughs )

I got to see this.

MRS. WICKET: Mary, come on.

- Don't be such a baby, - No, it's mine.

- I know you... - MAN: Hold exactly there now,

would you? That's wonderful.

Oh.

Thank you very much.

Terrific!

- Oh. - Don't be so tight.

Oh, excellent, excellent.

Excellent, carry on.

Wow.

What are you doing here?

( clears throat )

What are you doing here?

I can't believe my luck. I just don't believe this.

- I never thought that... - Excuse me.

You don't mind if I take a few pictures, do you?

Yeah, you must be footman.

- Let me get a picture of you. - Oh, yes, yes.

- Take a picture, all right. - Now, look at that baby.

- I'm very proud. - MRS. WICKET: Hey.

( gasps )

MAN: Oh, over here is a door. I bet that door goes to the...

Aye.

( growls )

What have you done to this room?

I can't believe my luck.

( laughs )

Here's a little something for you, folks.

Thank you very much.

I'll see you later.

Oh.

- All set. - Um.

Hey? Hmm?

( chuckles )

( laughs )

What's she doing?

Thank you, my loyal subjects.

Oi, you may approach.

- Me? - Who? Me?

- It's you, it's you. - Oh, no.

Come here. Here.

Seat to the Queen.

- Oh. - All right, sit.

- MARY: Yes. - ( laughs )

( gasps )

Yes.

( music playing )

( indistinct chatter )

( laughs ) Yes.

Welcome.

- Thank you. - MARY: Oh, thank you.

( giggles )

- Yes, upstairs. - ALL: Thank you.

Enjoy the tour.

( indistinct chatter )

( music playing )

( sighs )

Oi, little faster.

MAN: Excuse me, can I take a picture?

Not you, me.

Thank you.

( music playing )

Welcome.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

( giggles )

( engine revving )

MRS. WICKET: Let's see now.

( giggles )

Ten, twenty...

Here we are.

Not bad, not bad.

Ah, that's for you.

Oh. Yes.

And we're locked in for the day.

( gasps )

MR. BEAN: How about me?

Oh, take that.

Huh? But--now look,

I want my share.

I'm the queen here.

All right, Your Majesty.

We'll fix our balance here.

Oh.

( sighs )

No. ( scoffs )

No. Look, I'm...

Oh, all right.

Are you happy now?

Good.

- Hmm, one does like that. - Yes.

MR. BEAN: Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

How many else have you got?

- Hmm, no, no. - MAN: She changes

her royal mind.

- Ah. - MR. BEAN: Oh, no.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

It can't be.

( muttering )

Ah!

MRS. WICKET: Wait for it. Wait for it.

Three, two, one, go.

( indistinct chatter )

( gasps )

What's happening? What's going on?

Excuse me. Excuse me. Madame.

Morning.

Yes,

Mrs. Wicket.

( all gasps )

Now, look. I...

Oh, no. Oh, no.

What was I playing at.

MRS. WICKET: No. Oh, no!

( theme music playing )

( flashlight bulb shatters )

MR. BEAN: Oh.